The Evil Poem by JOY JOHNSON

He comes and goes traveling far
His voice the voice of who you are
So strong and weak but plays along
Wearing many hats as the madness goes on

Sometimes tall, sometimes short
Sometimes clean sometimes mean
Never knowing who will be next
Carefully his prey he seeks the best

The game he plays is everyday
You never can guess which one he'll play
He's full of tricks and does many things
He pretends to love you a stranger within

His talk is smooth his words are cold
Always hot and under control
He came 1st as you may know
He tried to steal my heart along time ago

According to his description many have said
He has a large extended blown up swollen head
Reddish eyes with a large nose
His flesh is composed of muscle tone

His eyes are many that orbit close
His ears are long hearing every word told
His tail is long shaped like a reptile
He's sleek and slimy a stick that never lets go

As he lurks and travel all around the place
He's the Devil himself a hell of a mess